Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 141

Charles clenched the phone and asked coldly, "Do you know the reason?"

"... I do." The person's voice turned softer and softer. "His aunt’s name is Felicia Lucas. She has been a servant for the Whites for several years. She told Dr. Ian a lot about you and Ms. White. Hence, his impression of you… is pretty bad."

Not ‘pretty bad’ but ‘extremely bad’. He just did not have the nerve to say it.

Charles raised his eyelids but did not say anything about it. Instead, he said, "Give me Aunt Felicia’s current address and contact information."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Suddenly—

Patter.

Charles turned around subconsciously when he heard the sound of the door opening and looked at the door of the ward.

Megan had half of her body in the ward, half of her body outside. She was holding onto the doorknob with her back facing him, currently saying goodbye to Sophia. "I will see you again tomorrow. If Mr. Harris comes to you, then treat him as… Just treat him like a cabbage. Don't get mad at him. The doctor said that you can’t be agitated, okay?"

Charles looked at Sophia lying on the hospital bed through the crack of the door. She was so scrawny now that her slightly chubby cheeks from two years ago were now sunken, looking a little less childish than before. Her facial features looked three-dimensional and even carried a slightly pleasing yet inexplicable charm.

However… he felt a pang in his heart at the sight of her.

Was this heartache?

Was his heart aching because he liked her?

Sophia saw him and frowned. She took one glance at him before looking away as though she had seen something filthy.

Charles clearly noticed her reaction. His stuffy chest was a little painful and a little itchy. It felt as though someone was pricking his heart with a needle over and over again.

It was not fatal, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

He did not know if this was what Zachary was referring to when he said that he liked her. He had never been in a relationship, so he did not know what it was like to like someone. All he knew was that he had never experienced such discomfort when Sophia was clinging onto him every day in the past before they turned 18.

Megan’s mouth flattened when she did not get Sophia’s response after a very long time. "Sophia, did you hear what I said? If Mr. Harris..."

"When did you start to enjoy peeping at others, Mr. Harris?" Sophia interrupted Megan, her gaze falling on Charles who was standing behind Megan. There was a hint of sarcasm in her indifferent voice.

"!" Megan's pupils contracted. She followed Sophia's gaze stiffly, the area under the corner of her left eye twitching a few times. Her face alternated between bright red, blue, and white.

She swallowed her saliva and said sheepishly, “Mr… Mr. Harris, you’re still here, eh? What… What a coincidence. Hehe."

She chuckled foolishly when she reached the end of her sentence, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

Fortunately what she said earlier was ‘treat Mr. Harris like a cabbage’, not ‘treat it as though Mr. Harris is farting’... Even so, it seemed like the current situation was no better.

"Recently," Charles said as he looked at Sophia.

Sophia frowned and looked down to avoid his gaze.

Megan stood awkwardly between the two. No part of her body was comfortable including her head, arms, legs, buttocks, and back. She stole a glance at Charles, feeling as though someone was roasting her on top of a fire.

"Megan," Sophia called out as she looked at Megan's pale face.

Megan turned to look at her. She felt like weeping but had no tears. "What's the matter?"

"I’d like to talk to Mr. Harris alone. Why don’t you go back first?" Sophia licked her dry lips and said.

Charles' pupils contracted slightly. He dashed into the ward in just a few steps, hitting a chair and nearly stumbling in the process for running too fast. However, he ignored it and started to the bedside with a pale complexion. He pressed the emergency button with trembling hands.

Ten minutes later, Sophia was sent into the operation theatre.

Charles and Megan stood outside the operating theatre. Neither of them spoke. The atmosphere felt strangely stifling.

"Mr. Harris." Megan hesitated over and over again. She bit the bullet and said, "You, you..."

She swallowed her saliva and wiped the cold sweat from her head before continuing, "Can you stop c-coming to the hospital these few days?"

It was just a short sentence. However, she stammered several times.

Charles shifted his gaze from the operating room door to Megan. His gaze was slightly cool.

Megan twisted her hands together. Her back was soaked with cold sweat, and her body could not stop shaking. This was a society ruled by law. Even so, the fact that he had broken Sophia’s legs brought about her fear for him that went deep in her bones.

"I'll leave when she comes out." Charles looked away. His gaze fell on the operating theater’s door again.

Megan wanted to say, ‘What if Sophia gets agitated again after seeing you? You should probably leave now’, but she sneaked a glance at his complexion and swallowed her words out of fear.

Actually, she was extremely confused as an outsider:

If Mr. Harris liked Sophia, why did he break her legs and do so many things to hurt her?

If Mr. Harris did not like Sophia, his worried, desperate, and restless emotions when Sophia entered the emergency room were not those that he could act out.

Megan was completely clueless as to what these rich people were thinking about. She could neither understand Mr. Harris nor Sophia.